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Wen Xingfeng smiled and waved to Han Qiaoan, pointing to the sofa opposite him, "Sit."

Han Qiaoan obediently sat down opposite Wen Xingfeng, put the note on the tea table, "Where is my remaining money?"

Wen Xingfeng smiled and pointed at himself, Han Qiaoan frowned, not knowing why, seeing Wen Xingfeng pointing to his chest, thinking it was in his chest pocket, but Wen Xingfeng didn't move, maybe Maybe let him get it by himself?

The two of them stared at each other. For Han Qiaoan, who was on the verge of drinking northwest wind recently, the temptation of money won. Han Qiaoan squatted down in front of Wen Xingfeng under Wen Xingfeng's gaze, and stretched out his hand in front of Wen Xingfeng. I checked in the pocket of my suit, but there was nothing there.

Han Qiaoan raised her head slightly, wondering, "Where's the money?"

Wen Xingfeng smiled lightly, and kissed the lips that were close at hand, and it fell apart at the touch of a touch, like a dragonfly touching water, he licked his lips, "Here you are."

After realizing what Wen Yingfeng had done to him, Han Qiaoan covered his mouth and stepped back on the spot. He didn't pay attention to what was behind him, and the back of his head hit the coffee table firmly. Han Qiaoan grinned in pain, rubbed his head, and wiped his lips. Pointing at Wen Xingfeng, he stammered, "You, you, you,"

Wen Xingfeng laughed in his heart, his wife is so cute, Wen Xingfeng couldn't help laughing and said, "An An, why are you here this time?"

Han Qiao'an directly ignored Wen Xingfeng's address to him. Just then, his head short-circuited, "Take the rest of the money."

Wen Xingfeng nodded, then pointed to himself, "Do I have money?"

Han Qiaoan nodded, and Wen Xingfeng continued to change concepts secretly, "So, money is equal to me, and I am equal to money, right?"

He didn't have enough brains, and there was nothing wrong with hearing this, so he continued to nod, Wen Xingfeng was satisfied, "Do you still need money?"

Han Qiaoan did not hesitate, "Yes."

Wen Xingfeng smiled, a very thief, but a little happy, he also knelt down on the carpet, and stretched out his long arms to hold Han Qiaoan in his arms, "Well, then I will give it to you, once the goods are sold, Shouldn't it be returned?"

Han Qiaoan was confused, so what's the situation now?

The moistness on the lips changed Han Qiaoan's mind back, struggling, because the struggle was too strong, the mouth opened slightly, and Wen Xingfeng's tongue slipped in, arousing Han Qiaoan to dance together.

When Han Qiaoan felt that he was about to suffocate, Wen Xingfeng let go of Han Qiaoan, looked at a certain one with flushed cheeks in his arms, and buried his head into Han Qiaoan's neck, "I like you, now, I belong to you, and so do you." mine."

I don't know if it's because of the faster blood flow, but Han Qiaoan's head turned a little faster, he actually figured it out, took a deep breath, looked at Wen Xingfeng's shoulder in front of him, and took a bite, he didn't let go until he tasted the smell of blood, " You trick me, don’t count!”

Wen Xingfeng didn't know the pain, as if the injury on his shoulder didn't exist at all, he held Han Qiaoan's face in his hands, his eyes were full of seriousness, "Is the kiss just disgusting?"

Han Qiaoan was taken aback, he didn't care about this issue at all, what he cared about was Wen Xingfeng playing with himself, but he didn't hate it, otherwise, why would he give up struggling, and felt his face turn red again A few minutes later, I suddenly felt that I was too shameless.

Han Qiaoan remained silent, and Wen Xingfeng didn't press too hard. Instead, he picked up an envelope from the corner of the coffee table and handed it to Han Qiaoan, "Let's go."